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This Is A Stickup!
03:42
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bread loaves iced coffee and scones are all that i know the rest all unknown impossibly sore in all of your bones it's easy to judge love on credit and loan sticks stones are breaking our bones as if they already know truth's contextual so swing low sweet chariot you float in on cold waves you think i don't notice the details are all i can hold onto i crashed on the shore not to settle no score to save myself from the deep to the world i do implore oh i wanna know home i was never your home but to that i admit i made you my home slept in your old couches and did all the dishes stripped the bed and laundry every morning old me a dowdy lawn gnome all dunce cap and old wares singin bout my old terrors the tune of the tome now i'm finally six foot i'm never at home i wanna know home your body half submerged in a summer pond life became so different you're bulking i'm cold you chainsmoke i cool wait the other way you're boy and i'm shook i'm climbing vines you're tilling dark land you say you have nothing to say i think that's a lie that's okay too many appointments anyway invading your home i wanna know home i want you to have a good home i'm sorry
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Lovers' Nursery Rhyme
03:34
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o how i wish i were a sailor
a sailor who sailed the ocean blu
i would row thru the night
i would scan every coast
just to steal a silent glimpse of you, o
how i wish i were a sailor
who sailed the ocean blu
o how i wish i were a climber
a climber who climbed a mountain high
i would scale all its peaks
just to scream out ur name
and anxiously await ur reply
how i wish i were a climber
who climbed a mountain high
o how i wish i retired a miner
a miner who mined beneath the earth
i would pick rock away
and save gems for the day
i could say how much ur love is worth
how i wish i were a miner
how i wish i were a climber
how i wish i were a sailor
and do u love me?
do u love me?
do u love me?
do u love me?
do u love me like i know that i love u
how i wish we were
some sailors,
let's sail the ocean blu
i'd rather do with no one but u
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3. |
Guppy
02:22
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tiny guppy chomping algae
tiny guppy you traverse this deep ole blu
while your mother plays her hat tricks,
you remove the silver spoon
in hispana, strike the mambo
dance the cool you always do, you always do
write me letters i won't respond to
send me texts i won't respond to
write me letters as i howl at the moon
can you hear me tiny guppy
i think i mighta lost my head for a minute or two
but if you forgive me, well you know i don't hafta forgive you
peel an orange
lock the door on just whatever troubles you
the undertoe takes all that you make
and i take it from the beach
i'm in time-out and i feel fine about
all the things i couldn't read or do
O Nadine kill me with kindness
Though i know that's not your name
but you've changed just how i've changed
just how the sea is never tame
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we summered out in Crete
kissed drunk to Fur Elise
In such specific ways you made my days but
I'm stopping short of just wanting to play the game
I'd like to hold you tight
thru every quaking night
but just unlike the way you'd like
as a soulmate i am your man
but as your lover i realize i'm damned
i can't go back to the way i was
and i've doubled back a thousand times because
you're too good to be true and in my body and soul i knew
when the siren sounds you can't always trust the tune
i won't let you go, by golly i'll let you be
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5. |
Uncanny Valley
01:52
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in sort've a funny way
i used to think myself untamed
until my sentence got commuted now you haven't
thought a scotch the same
it took eons just to trust my gut
now you don't trust me all the same
and i can't read your mind, know what you want or why, but
i can damn well try, i'm not ashamed
uncanny valley
'cause we're not buddies anymore
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6. |
The Ocean
06:30
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the whites of your eyes, salt wicked from the ocean
to get my money right, penance in the ocean
and when i kiss you slow, hellbent on devotion
it's hard to tell at times if this is just the ocean
in every lurid blue, sloshing waves of ocean
of every tired coo, windswept off the ocean
and in this cottage home, feeling every notion
no map could ever do, charting deep the ocean
run free if you want to
be mean if you have to
can't breathe, seafoam behooeves you
let me be
let me be
Elstelz taught me that ready or not
when you send it, gotta send it all the way to the top
and when you get to the top, well do prepare for the drop
'cause when you sink you're gonna drown a little ready or not
in the morning we're married
by evening we're engaged
when the night comes,
we kiss like it's the third date
a million times around the sun you'd still be
a coke and pop rocks reprobate
in a person you're good feeling
good feelings i don't ever wanna change
you're the drowsy morning sun over the bay
to be honest you scare me
though i lay down on freeways
when i'm drowning
all the traffic does is stop to say:
"if you spoke just what you felt then maybe,
then things would finally go your way"
but your freedom's nearly treason
when your actions effect everything
you're a butterfly beating your wings away
when you date a drug user you're dating drugs
when you date a lover you're dating hugs
if you kiss an academic, expect a grade
you're just a drop in the ocean and it's all the same
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hey salty
i dip my feet into the wake
barnacles and algae
i don't know how much more of this life i can take
i'm lonely, blu ocean
could you love me now?
look, I've combed my hair
I'm a clumsy mollusk
I'm soft like a hare
hey salty
it's all so make believe to me
and i'm lonely, blu ocean
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8. |
Judge Edani Song
02:56
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stayed up until morning eating chocolate cake
angelic and soaring and a place to rest my feet
stayed up until morning folding paper planes
angelic and soaring and a place to rest my feet
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9. |
Au Revoir
04:53
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tho i feel i'm now deserving
real problems, they're real unnerving
yes, all i need to do
yes, all i need to do
yes, all i need to do
yes, all i need to do
and i know you're always lowly
but i can't help feeling lonely
when all we do is you
yes, all we do is you
yes, all we do is you
yes all we do is you
there's nothing i could say
to make you trust me and
i spend a natural moment away,
and you combust me, hey
i've never asked a thing
and at once you deplore me
act like i never cared
like you don't even know me
you set an expectation that i can't reach
at times if we decide-- i mean, you just decide
to act and think as you do
and then you turn around and act like i perpetually owe you
we've run our course
you can't comprehend me living for myself
a dynamic birthed so mutually
your canvas doll
on your study's shelf
i watched you in your armchair
refusing help, in degrading health
some nights you'd be so drunk you'd scuffle up all my seams
and because i was your doll, i had no mouth with which to scream
you compromised my every thought
i lived in fear that i'd be lost like
it could be the only path i'd ever stand to walk
you deserve love, yes, but i do too
i don't retract a single thing i ever gave to you
but you wouldn't acknowledge it anywho
the dissonance of thinking bottled water is morning dew
i gave it all my very very very best
but you trash it when i try, so i'll give you a rest
to my gale-force sigh, to your extreme behest
to one another as pals in truth, we ain't the best
au revoir
get clean, get out of there
i think you know not what you do
i want you to think on how it's always been
it's always others who hurt ya,
somehow never you
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10. |
This Was Never A Stickup
01:20
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i told him i'm in love
i told him i'm ashamed
a pedigree of bitterness, attachment to self blame
and where you're headed boy
i may never see
but i can live happy if you're living what you need
and i am not let down,
i will sleep in peace
dreaming of the laughter that we shared in quads and streets
and when you hear this song
will you think of me
in a way that's okay and allows us still to breathe
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11. |
Amelia On The Attoll
07:16
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how would life look to me
if i crossed ocean like Earhart crossed the breeze
there lives a theory out there that maintains
Amelia found an atoll, a strip of sand a mile wide
she crash-landed her plane that mythic day
she gave herself away
she knew she'd be dust someday
her soul remained her own
in the shoal of civilization
she found her way
some say they heard her on HAM radio some few days after
Amelia disappeared above the sea
nibbling the rations of her golden tin
was she Icarus or Sisyphus i've been
thinking that she's prolly neither, that's my spin
reflecting on her life,
dehydrated, slow dance transponder lights
tiptoed crabs asleep in wreckage laid
infinity came one night, folded her into its arms, and said:
"You've done so well,
i'm so proud of you,
i love you so much,
this is what i'll do--
you hold my hand,
i'll lift you off this sand
'cause you ambitions touched
no other mortal man
Amelia, you guardian,
you did your best,
and you do what you can
it's always good enough
and that's what made life grand
and they'll remember you
as an immortal gem
you lived for you
you took advantage,
despite it all
you somehow managed
now you're stuck on coral
in the deep blue sea
but it was all so worth it,
now come back to me."
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